Friday, February 25, 2011

Lunch Date

Is it springtime yet?  I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.  -46 with the wind this morning!  Really?  At least it was a short week - we had Monday as a holiday.  Jorja was off school all week, which didn't really affect us, except that I didn't have to take her to school this afternoon.  Instead we met Julie for a lunch date.  I'm not sure if it's a tradition yet or not, but the last two Fridays there has been no school, we have met Julie for lunch.  And do the girls ever get excited and look forward to it.  We met at the mall both times and just ate in the food court.  Last time they had A&W and this time they had Subway.  They had it all planned out beforehand.  When I was picking the girls up yesterday, Ginny told me that she was going to have orange cheese.  It's good to be prepared.

On Family Day, I met my brother and his daughter at the theatre and we saw a movie.  It was the girls' first trip to a theatre.  We saw 'Yogi Bear' which was kind of lame, but Jorja liked it.  I'm not sure how into it Ginny was, but they both liked the experience.  I got them each a kid's tray which consisted of popcorn, liquorish and Sprite.  They were all over that.  So much so that we had to have a pee break half way through.  Then we went over to McDonald's for an ice cream cone after.  Needless to say, they didn't have that much for supper that night.

The last contractor came today, so now all our quotes should be in and maybe we can get started on getting our basement put back together one of these days.  This process has already been going on for a month already.  Hard to believe.  Later.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Speaking of...

The other day at breakfast, the girls were looking at the flowers on the table.  Jorja asked if they had drank all their water.  I said that I had put some in yesterday.  Then Ginny said that she would like water to drink for breakfast.  Jorja then piped up, "No Ginny, you should say, 'speaking of water, I would like some for breakfast.'"  Where does she get this stuff from.  Then she did the same thing at lunch time.  It was Friday and I was getting her backpack ready for school.  I asked her what she wanted to take for a snack.  Then Ginny said she wanted a granola bar for her snack.  Jorja said, "No Ginny, you should say, 'speaking of snacks, I would like a granola bar.'"  Sheesh.

Friday morning, CeCe had her one year shots.  She did pretty good, all things considered.  She cried of course, but who wouldn't.  Julie works Fridays, so had all three of them to take with me.  Ginny was a little upset by the whole thing - she doesn't like to see her sister hurt.  "Will there be a hole?"  she asked me.  Poor thing.  She held it together though and didn't quite have any tears.  They've changed things again though and combined some vaccines.  There were only two needles instead of three like the other girls had.

Ginny is now pretty comfortable pooping in the toilet.  So much so that she and Jorja have started discussing it.  Ginny had went yesterday and Jorja asked her, "How many turds did you have Ginny?"  "Six," she said, "they kind of looked like a flower."  If only they smelled that way.

Last night Jorja came into my room in the middle of the night quite upset because something was wrong with her clock.  "Daddy!  Daddy!  You've got to come see my clock!  There's something wrong.  It says '1 h two dots h.'"  I tried to assure her that it was fine, but she was not letting go of this, so I went to look.  I have to admit that in my semi-conscious state I was a bit confused myself.  It really did say '1h:1'.  Then I looked closer.  Somehow the clock got turned upside down.  It was 1:41.  As Pooh and Tigger say, 'this mystery is history.'  Later.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

A sign of the times?

I'm not sure if some recent developments in the house mean that the girls watch too much TV or if they just compare things to what they know.  As I write that statement, it is dawning on me that the two things are not that far off.  If they didn't watch TV, they wouldn't know about it and therefore could not compare something to it.  I think I'm rambling.  Is anyone else confused?

Anyway, the point of my story...the other day I was reading Ginny a story and she had to go pee.  She said to me, "Dad, can you 'pause' the story till I get back."  Pause as in how you would pause a movie when you have to go to the bathroom.  Then this past week, Jorja was talking about imagination and she said that when you imagine things, your eyes are like the remote.  You blink and then you can change channels to imagine something else.  I guess the upside is that they both have very vivid imaginations.  And now that our desktop computer is fried, they haven't been able to play computer games for a few weeks now.  I don't really think they're missing it too badly either.

On a totally different note, I think Ginny has rounded the potty training corner.  She pooped in the potty twice on the weekend, and then she looked like she had to yesterday, but held off.  Now she went twice today.  Twice in one day!  Who knew that could be so exciting?  Her pull-up is still wet in the morning, but she has been getting up to pee once in the night the past couple of nights too, so one of these days we should be down to one set of diapers.  Crazy. 

Time for bed now.  I'm not sure of it's teeth or what, but CeCe has not been sleeping very good lately.  That means neither am I .  Oh well, another 10 years and they'll all be sleeping in.  Maybe.  Later.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

My two year old fashion critic

This morning I decided to wear a sweater with a shirt underneath it to church.  I thought it looked pretty good, if I do say so myself.  I left the shirt untucked so that it was sticking out the bottom of the sweater the way the young people are doing it nowadays.  Every once in a while I like to pretend that I'm still hip.  Anyway, I came downstairs to get the girls' coats on and Ginny looked at me and said, "Why do you have two shirts on?"  I asked her if she liked it.  She said, "No, it's kind of weird."  Do you hear that?  That's the wind whistling out of my deflating ego.  At least Jorja tried to reassure me that I was still handsome, and CeCe was still undecided.  Julie liked it and that's all that really matters.

We've been trying to get CeCe to say Mama recently.  She knows how - she has said the words, but getting her to say it when Julie wants her to is another story.  I think she's just being coy and playing with us.  The other day at supper, Julie was trying to get CeCe to say Mama.  She was repeating it over and over and then Ginny decided to join in.  "Ma-ma...Ma-ma"  Nice slow, distinct syllables.  Then Ginny decides that this was enough of this.  She said, "CeCe, can you say Virginia June?"  Yeah, like that is going to roll off her tongue.

We have been in the teething phase in our household for about five years now.  We have now begun the de-teething phase.  Jorja lost her first tooth this past week.  It had been loose for a while, and she let Julie wiggle it long enough to actually pull it out.  She was pretty excited.  Ginny was kind of freaked out by the whole thing.  She kept walking around saying her teeth were still all 'tight'.  Jorja wrote a note and got all ready for the tooth fairy.  She asked for a tooth brush.  Seems like a logical thing for the tooth fairy to bring, and she did.  She was quite tickled to find her new tooth brush in the morning.

Proudly showing off her missing tooth.
This morning Jorja asked me if I went to Kindergarten when I was little.  I replied that yes I did.  She then said, "Because they didn't have Kindergarten a long time ago."  Glad to know she already thinks of me as old.  Later.

Monday, February 7, 2011

CeCe's party pics

Getting ready to eat.

The cake

Some of the guests of honor

Let me at it

The spoils

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Cecilia turns one!

Well, actually CeCe's birthday is tomorrow, but we had all the festivities this weekend.  All of her grandparents were able to make the trek for her party which probably meant a lot more to Julie and I than her, but she was happy nonetheless.  She got to stick her fingers into her cake and yes, she likes cake.  And ice cream.  I guess the apple doesn't fall that far from the tree.  Julie decorated the cake which was in the shape of an elephant.  When I get the pictures off the camera, I will post them.  CeCe wasn't too concerned about the presents though - not nearly as into that part of the party as her sisters and cousin.  They were all over that. 

It's hard to believe a whole year has passed already.  At this time a year ago, Julie and I were anxiously awaiting the arrival of her parents, so that we could go to the hospital.  The got here around midnight and CeCe was born by three.  It was a little closer than we had planned.  That was the beginning of my parental leave -37 weeks at home with all my girls that I will be eternally grateful for.  It had it's moments, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. 

Ginny is still not that comfortable with the whole pooping thing.  She finally went Thursday evening and now hasn't gone since.  She's starting to look like its uncomfortable and now she's getting a cold again.  She's been coughing quite a bit this evening.  It can't be easy to keep that sucked in there while you're coughing like that.  I don't envy her that feeling.  It'll come I guess, one way or another.

Speaking of Ginny, we tell her that she need to listen to her body when she has to go to the bathroom.  It's actually a saying we picked up from 'The bear in the big blue house.'  He's pretty smart that bear.  Anyway, she says this quite often - Dee gets quite a kick out of it when Ginny says that her body is telling her she has to pee.  This evening though, she started to use this logic to play me.  She was procrastinating going to bed, like usual and wanting one more drink of water.  After several strong no's by me, she said, "Dad, my body is telling me I'm thirsty."  Nice try.

Jorja is so close to losing her first tooth.  Most of her friends have lost some already it seems, but she's hanging on.  One is literally hanging on by a thread though.  It's driving Julie nuts I think.  She is always wanting to wiggle it and pull on it.  Jorja lets her for a bit, and then has enough.  It won't be long now though.

I guess I should get to bed now.  Another work week awaits.  I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not, but every day when I get to Dee's house to pick up the girls they ask me what kind of beer I tested that day.  That just seems odd coming out of a two year old.  Anyway, on that note I'm off.  Later.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Last minute changes

Why is it that children feel the need to fill their pants just when you're ready to walk out the door.  This seems to happen more often when there is an actual appointment time that you could be late for.  Take today for example, we were just getting ready to go get Jorja from school, and there is CeCe, holding onto the doll house all red in the face.  As I was changing her, Ginny decided that she had to pee, so off to the bathroom she went.  (She ended up pooping during the night last night, but she's still walking around uncomfortably today.)  I finally got everyone dressed and out the door and thought I had made it to the school in time only to find out that they got out early.  Sheesh.

I didn't realize how much I missed the daily walk to the school.  Well, I say that today because it was plus two.  I miss the walks from the fall when we were all home.  Now all I get is Fridays, but that's probably just enough to keep me enjoying them.  Later.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

How long can she go?

Things have been happening slowly with the plumbing issue.  I called insurance and it looks like we should be covered, to that's good.  The adjuster was too busy to come out all week, so probably next week.  In the meantime, we had a plumber in to fix the issue and another company came in and took care of all the mold and cut out a big chunk of carpet.  Now we have the couch blocking a triangular area in the corner with no carpet and we can function pretty much normally for now. 

I also forgot to mention that our desktop computer crapped out last weekend too.  A friend of ours is looking at it, but he's pretty sure it's the hard drive.  Originally I was worried that I hadn't backed up any pictures from the past year, but I did some last May.  At least we still have CeCe's baby pictures.  We don't have her first Christmas though, or Jorja starting school.  I guess I shouldn't get ahead of myself - I don't know for sure that they're gone.

Through all this stuff, I was trying to stay positive and look at the bright side (I'm not too sure what that is).  I guess it could have been worse.  Despite the brave front I'm trying to put on, the knot in the middle of my back tells me that this is all bothering more than I would like to think it is.

Ginny has not pooped since Sunday.  Every night she gets ready for bed, puts her pullup on for night and asks if she can poop in the pullup.  We say no and then she doesn't go.  Poor thing.  It's just going to fall out here again pretty soon.  She was walking around this evening looking pretty uncomfortable.  She's stubborn, but I'm not sure how much longer she'll be able to hold on.  My guess is she'll let loose tomorrow when I'm home alone with them.  Good times.

CeCe turns one on Monday - it's hard to believe.  All her grandparents are coming for the party, so that should be fun this weekend.  Now to get the house presentable.  Later.